Did you ever think of me again?
Never thought this would be called life.
Did you have to be so selfish?
This wasn’t my dream of a family.
Disrespect never taught me anything,
But keeping my mouth shut.
Lying all alone in my room, fragile.
Because you went off, left me alone.
Sweet my, - All this anger.
Weren’t you able to think?
Did you have to throw it all away,
Suicide will always be there for me!
Because you taught me pain.
Anger. Disorder. Horror.
You might not know,
But I never forgot, and I never will.
What was going on in you?
That day in March I lost my life?
Because of you, I might never
Be able to finish it.
Dear Father,
Your poor decision makes me cry,
For the tears you’ve made.
I truly hope you regret.
Skrevet d.
22. marts 2007, 14:29
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